He Married Me Dying, Then His Lawyer Opened the Box

slap myself, was that I didn’t feel one clean thing. I felt twelve dirty little feelings at once. Anger. Tenderness. Curiosity. Violation. Pride, even. Which was disgusting. To be followed for decades and feel, under the disgust, a tiny awful pulse of being chosen.

Human beings are badly made.

I opened the address book again.

Tucked inside it was a receipt continue reading …